Tag Archives: dying

Watermelon Seeds and Whales

17 Oct

At our current astral position

in orbit

around uncomfortable subjects

not to mention disobedient

don’t stomp a get worse on the snout

we centered ourselves, grounded the

teenagers, micro waved hello our pot

pies and sat down for being swallowed

blubber bellied blue light globules

in the splash zone between the living

room walls

’round n’ round we go

where the dying starts

nobody knows

it all looks the same from up here

some of us want out

some get spit out

all the rest’ll

be digested

monetarily momentarily

everything comes out again eventually

everyone knows it’s not about the destination

question is

will you take the large intestinal journey

or the intentional one

two

three

four

we don’t need no stinking doors

five

six

seven

eight

there’s no such thing as it’s too late

Mi pequeño ángel

Where have all the angels gone?

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Chapter 2 – (Dreams…)

31 Aug

Coming for you

Lining you up

In organized patterns

Rubber bands keep your arms

Tight against your body

Spinning you are

Fast as your feet can turn

Russian women dance

She flies

Tick? Tick?

As free as the bird

Who leads the flock

Friendly revolution

Hold back no reserves

Encircled she prays

As a dying man

In his last days

Return to harsh embrace

Stretching, pulling

A carnival?

There are no children laughing here

A punishment?

Didn’t seem cruel or unjust to me

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